Hydrass

A change

2005-07-10T01:07:00.000-06:00

I've gone and done something different in these parts. I went in with a friend and bought some hosting and a shiny new .com to go with it.

Which means this is the end of Hydrass. I'll still exist, the blog will still exist, it's just that this blog won't be updated anymore because I created a newer blog over there called "The Mad Scientist"

So update your links and feeds people, things are changing.

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chemiepooh.blogspot.com == 3vil.5c13nc3.com (Evil Science)
hydrass.blogspot.com == m4d.5c13nc3.com (Mad Science)

Admin

2005-07-08T20:58:00.000-06:00

begin{rant}

This is fucking stupid. I'm borderline tech support in these parts and guess who doesn't have admin privilages on the computers? This guy. If you want the gps working on the handheld you'd better give me the ability to install software on it. Otherwise I can't do anything with it.

You might as well be telling me to drive a car but refuse to give me the keys. Do you really want me to break into these computers and hotwire them? I'll do it, just keep treating me like a petty thief and I might just turn out to be one.

Do I steal music? Sometimes. Is the lab going to be put at risk if I can install software on the computers? No. Am I going to help anyone with anything computer related in the lab anymore?

No. Not until I'm given admin on the computers.

If I want to steal your personal files off the computers, I'd bring tempest in and do it with him. Better yet I'd bring in a Knoppix CD and just boot up as root.

My Documents meet rm -rf

That's all I have to say about that.

end{rant}

Looking at you

2005-07-07T23:41:00.000-06:00

Looking at you

I finally broke down and wore my new favorite hat. That also means I had to take a picture of it before anything went wrong with it now that I use it.

I will not fix your problems, I have issues of my own right now

2005-07-07T10:52:00.000-06:00

Emails emails everywhere
and not a single one
with content worth my time
to even make it fair

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Bento I fired you off an email, but I don't think I'll need a reply this time. Then again I could be totally out to lunch and I'll come crawling back but I'm doing this on my own. Computer troubles aren't what I should be emailing my friends about.

Now onto the rest of you...

Will, I didn't spell check that last post. Frankly I didn't care, and it shouldn't be shocking to you that I still don't care. It was stream of conscience much like my rant about how I was going to start smoking *only* because everyone seems to think it's such a fucking back idea.

It's the same reason I sat on the back steps of my apartment with my neighbors and drank red wine last night while watching the MANHUNT kids do their thing in the back alley. Because I can. Because I'm in my early twenties and when I want to get smashed on red wine on a wednesday night, there's not a fucking reason in the world that's going to stop me.

Anyway MANHUNT looks fun. At least when you're not working to not get caught.

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I've been at work for 30 minutes and it's already a bad day... and yes I'm taking it out on you at my blog.

In a world like this you need something to hold on to...

2005-07-06T13:43:00.000-06:00

...like a big lightning rod.

I remember when growing up how drug dealing had a certain sigma around it. Standing in dark corners of NYC lining up with the other addicts waiting for your chance to pick up your fix. The crazy homeless ones standing next to hopelessly addicts wall street business men. Of course this view, this fantasy isn't the way the real world works.

It's a Hollywood soundstage where you saw this. It was a book describing the history of heroin use you read. It was all carefully saught after and processed by my developing brain. In the end leading me to believe that my life could be that if I wanted it to.

Why would I intentionally sagotage my life? Everything I could have been would be gone in a blink of an eye. Should I have glamorized this world I'd never be in? Yes, and I'm glad I did.

Because someday when I'm older and feel like it, hopeless drug addict will still be a career choice for me. I'll build my kit and stash it safely away on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. I'll ignore it, forget about it, and maybe even never use it. But it'll always be there just in case.

And trust me, I'm still considering it.

Drool

2005-07-05T22:51:00.000-06:00

oh man I want these (link).

They're Red/White/Silver and exactly the thing to fill the void left by my last pair which are sitting in a landfill somewhere in or around Regina.

Blogtag

2005-07-05T19:42:00.000-06:00

Instead of writing an email, sending it and waiting for a response I'm posting this on the blog.

Bento if you're free tonight, or tomorrow or whenever call me. My cell's pretty much always on (so on and so forth).

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There's a member of the harem who reads me. I suspect she likes the anonymity that comes with this dirty little network. I know you're on My Space. Are you going to give me the link or are you going to make me find it on my own. I'm a busy guy, don't make me work too hard for this.

Full anonymity promised.

UPDATE 7:57pm
Nevermind I found it on my own. Heh, only took 15 minutes...

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Right, So let me understand this then

2005-07-05T14:58:00.000-06:00

What are you doing at the beginning of August?

Maybe you're getting ready to sit around and fuck the dog like you've been doing for the whole summer up to this point. Maybe you're planning on dropping $20 of acid and going the movie theater to scary the little kids watching the afternoon matinee.

Or maybe you'll be like me and spending it working.

In Montana.

One of the grad students asked me this afternoon to week the first two weeks of August free because I'm probably going to have to go down to MT and ND to sample oil wells with him. I should really be excited about actually getting the fuck out of this office and creepy (let me repeat that again because it's very fucking important, CREEPY) bald guy who sits DIRECTLY BEHIND ME ALL DAY.

Of course my having to go out to the middle of no where to help poor little masters bitch get data for his project has no relation to creep-tastic creepy bald guy. But I figured he needed to be mentioned again.

Yup, creepy bald guy sits right behind me and talks to himself.

If I ever catch him with his hands down his pants I'm asking to be moved.

Dreams and Cars

2005-07-04T21:53:00.000-06:00

I'm back. Which means you can call me or come to the apartment to drag me out into the big bad world kicking and screaming.

For the most part I never remember my dreams. Think I always have them, but I don't remember their contents. Except for last night. Here's a rundown of my dream, it really freaked me out. Names have been removed to protect myself mostly.

I knowingly got on to a public transit bus which was going in the wrong direction. This was of course to follow a pack of friends. On this bus we were talking (although I forget the subject) and once the bus reached the end of the line we were all kicked off and moved into the bus station.

This is where it gets weird.

I vividly remember everyone and everything in my dream getting very blurry. Almost as if they were moving so fast that all I could see was the trails they left behind. I think I was borderline afraid by this, until one of the blurs came right up to me and stopped. The whole world around us is blurry and scary and this one stops right in front of me and stops.

I know right then I felt safe, and for some reason we kissed. However it was only after we kissed did I realize who it was.

This is where it gets weirder.

She steps back, shocked. Looks at me with a conserned look on here face and opens her mouth to talk. But all I see is a little lit tea light candle between her lips. Before I can react, she bolts off and joins the rest of the blurs in the room. I chase off after her to explain myself. I don't know why I needed to do this, but I felt like I needed to explain why I kissed her. Of course what I was going to say to her must have been crystal clear in the dream, now it seems to have escaped me.

I spent the rest of the dream chasing after her, only to be stopped by various people in my life all who wanted to know the same thing; Why I was bleeding from the nose/ears.

At this point I woke up in a cold sweat and panicing. It was 4am. I went into the kitchen to take my temperature (because I've been fevering for 3 days) and I was sitting at 40^oC/104^oF. Of course if there's a point to this story I've missed it. But I thought I'd share it with you because it was a hella lot more interesting than the drive to E-town.

More on the drive after the break

Topics I don't want to have to discuss with my Mom during a 8 hour drive with her

Memories of Vactions past. Or more correctly, how I don't remember any vactions as a child

My fever

My ex girlfriends and how much better my life is without them

Her work

Attention my legions of screaming popstar like fans

2005-07-03T22:15:00.000-06:00

I've got an extra $4 (USD) burning a hole in my pocket. I'm offically taking suggestions for a real .com address.

My only criteria, it's actually available.

So if you want to see this blog hosted at [insert_clever_name_here].com now's your chance to have some say.

Winner gets... um... aaaahhh... I don't know yet. Hell you can suggest your prize too.

Now, bring on the kink!

Old and Busted ... New Sweetness

2005-07-03T16:59:00.000-06:00

New/Old Shoes

I picked up some new adidas shoes this afternoon.

Can you believe my mom wants the old ones thrown out?

Yeah, so about that...

2005-07-03T15:57:00.000-06:00

Migraine.

Fever.

Upset Stomach.

Can't say this has been the best trip home.

Oh, I forgot to mention I have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning.

Why don't you just tie me to the back of a pickup and drive me to the Republican National Convention?

I have nothing positive to post, but I'm posting anyways

2005-07-02T19:27:00.000-06:00

The title pretty much sums everything up quite nicely. I've been watching live 8 on tv all day. God Canada got the short end of the stick when it came to acts. DMC? Lightfoot? I mean these people are good in their own right, and then they flash to London where U2 is playing "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" with an original Beatle on stage.

Right.

I've had the worst 24 hour headache of my life today. I can't turn quickly or sit down without feeling sick.

There was an insult that came to my mind although I can't think of any opportunity where I might be able to use it. Therefore I'm sharing it with you, in the hopes that you'll be able to insult someone with it some day;

Well at least I'll never have to think up an excuse to explain the chips in my teeth from my bosses Prince Albert

Right, so what did I do to deserve this?

2005-07-01T23:10:00.000-06:00

I'm tired and have a pounding headache. This post shall then be very Fenton-esque

The butterfly effect was way more thought provoking than I think it should have been. That might have been sleep deprivation, that might have been the 8 beers. I'll never know

Getting up at 8 in the morning after sleeping on a fold-out sofa bed is never very hard. Why is that? Because to wake up I'd have to fall asleep

8 hours in the car with my parents was fine

Driving the last 3 hours of the trip was hell

From now on when my mom asks "Do you do want to go for a walk?" make sure to ask where she's going. Tonight it was a 2 hour walk through Regina. *shudder*

All the parks and nice green spaces in Regina appear to this hydrogeologist to be in areas of discharge. They're also full of mosquitoes

We got home too late this evening to pick the dog up from the kennel. I'm home, sans dog, and this only serves to remind me how lonely I am without a girl to sleep next to occasionally

How's that for Fenton-esque. Hell I even got a reference to girl troubles in it too!

/jk

Oh God...

2005-06-30T15:38:00.000-06:00

Ok, so what would you do if the workspace you've had for 2 months all of a sudden began attracting more and more people. Yes, if my life at work wasn't already a fucking gong show, I now have someone's Post-Doc working in the lab with me.

Holy Fuck!

Warning: this could get out of control!

How in the fuck did this happen. At the beginning of the summer I had a cool little chilled out place to work. The theory was (I'm guessing here) for me to work away slowly at my undergrad thesis. Ha! I've spent more time this summer fucking around with other people's business that I'm beginning to think that the only reason I'm still payrole is to solve YOUR problems.

And now, oh now I've got this bitter man in his mid 30's mumbling to himself directly behind me. Yeah, he sits right behind me. How fucking creepy is that????? I can't blog at work anymore because I'm sure he'll say something about it.

Fuck I'm pissed off right now.

I just want my old lab back. With MY music and MY work so that I can do MY job.

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I realized this afternoon that I won't get my undergrad thesis done this summer, therefore I will not be doing an undergrad thesis.

And that depresses me more and more each time I look at my "To-Do List".

It's up to 24 items...

Love's Labour's Lost

2005-06-29T14:06:00.000-06:00

Yesterday was nothing more than proof that I need a little pocket pc to take control of my life back. Too much shit gets planned into each day, and my little drugged brain has enough trouble remembering to put my underwear inside the pants.

I don't remember making plans, but I was supposed to hang oot [sic] with Emmy last night. I completely forgot, so when she called at 7 saying that she would be in my part of town in an hour I felt like a complete tool because I was already heading out the door heading to the River City Shakespeare Festival with some other friends.

Of course heading to Shakespeare in the park was a last minute decision made after the original (as of like noon) plans to head out to Reds for Twoonie Tuesday [Ed-- Is that the right spelling?] fell through. Bowling would have actually been fun. 5 pin isn't my best sport but it's fun enough after a handful of G&T's. Anyway what's the worry, Reds has pool tables and everyone knows that I can still kick ass at pool long after my ability to keep my balance is lost.

So anyway, Tuesday is Pay what you can day at the River City Shakespeare Festival and yesterday's show was "Love's Labour's Lost". So being that I'd never read L³ before I figured it was worth the chance of it being bad. Of course it wasn't bad at all, in fact it was one of the best play's I've seen (not that I've seen a lot of live theater before...). I quite liked all the crazy bitches (the actresses if you know the play).

Next week's Tuesday show is Romeo & Juliet, I might have to skip out on it. I'm not the biggest fan of R&J...

Apologies to Emmy for completely forgetting about her. I'm off to the parents place for the long weekend. So, Yes, I will be spending the biggest party weekend of the year 800 km from anyone my age I know, but my parents place has my dog. And my dog is way better than any of my friends. Mostly because I can have my dog sleep on my bed without things getting weird.

Side Note: My sister who's married and lives in Ireland is appearently coming home. When? Why? What the hell? None of these questions have been answered, but I get the feeling this can't be good. MC, if you read this I'm curious to know what's going on. When you get back we'll have to go for drinks. I'm thinking of you...

Out

2005-06-28T17:15:00.000-06:00

Plans for tonight.

More tomorrow.

Don't you wish you were me?

Yeah, me neither¹...

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Here at work I've been using an Excel spreadsheet with each and every formation top for every well in the state of Montana². The file size is just over 75Mb. I didn't realize this before, but excel sure fucking chokes on huge files.

It takes a few minutes to sort the records with autofilter. And this is on a desktop with more than enough power.

¹I kid, I kid

²Don't ask how I ~~stole~~made/obtained said spreadsheet

Better

2005-06-28T09:51:00.000-06:00

How lucky am I? Sitting here listening to music I actually enjoy. No one bothering me to do things for them.

Ahhh, it's almost perfect.

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To celebrate [Ed-- are you sure that's the right word?] my ex's birthday (today! thank you thunderbird...) the lyrics to the song I'm listening to right now

The Ex - Billy Talent

Well, I looked at her face and then I knew she changed,
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!

So I sat in my room for 27 days,
No she never called, I had something to say!
No she never called, I had something to say!

Well I don't know much and I don't know how...

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Well, I heard she's great and her new boyfriend's lame,
She can go to hell I'll never be the same!
She can go to hell I'll never be the same!

And these open wounds will heal with time they say,
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!
My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray!

Well I don't know much and I don't know how...

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Well i dont know much and i dont know how

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm a alone sitting on the corner

Why would she put me through such torture,
I would have given my life for her,
She was the one that knocked me over,
Now I'm alone sitting on the corner

Sick

2005-06-27T07:37:00.000-06:00

I'm sick. It's really that simple. For what it's worth, I blame my eating habits for how I feel today. Going 3 days without eating anything of substance, and then have beef fajitas the next day.

Ugh...

If anyone needs me I'm in the office.

Curled up in a big ball of pain under the desk.

Note to self: You're an idiot.

2005-06-27T06:08:00.000-06:00

I don't remember writing that last post. I guess that semi-explains the word entertation, which as far as I can tell should be entertainment. Let's just act like I never got that drunk on saturday night. And while we're at it, Fenton you can pretend that I didn't come to work that drunk either.

oy...

It's Monday morning and I still feel hazy from saturday night. Not good.

My bestest best friend from high school called me yesterday. Completely out of the blue. It's funny how my brain immediately recognized his voice on the phone. Appearently he called to tell me that his house [Let's not split hairs here, he still lives in his parents basement, he's 22] had some problems last night. He said that the sewers in Wetaskiwin backed up because something went wrong with the pumping station. The long and the short of it was he came home Saturday night to find 7 inches of raw sewage in his basement.

I didn't exactly know how to respond to that. First off this is the first time in a year I've talked to him, secondly the only thing that was going through my mind was all this could have been prevented with a $5 one-way valve on the sewage drain in the basement. I changed the subject, of course he saw right through my clever plan and responded with:
"So I guess if you want to bullshit about shit we'd talk about your relationship troubles."

That is how you make my day.

Radiohead at 10 to 7 in the morning

2005-06-26T06:50:00.000-06:00

I'm on the internets at this ungodly hour because, well let's face it; I'm addicted to the internets. It's my generations' [the same generation that fell in love with the sega genesis for exactly what it was, the best entertation system of it's time --Ed] Sega Genesis, or Heroin.

Or I've been up all night drinking.

either way...

NIN: an update

2005-06-25T18:09:00.000-06:00

You might be asking yourself "Why would hydrass be updating something like the nine inch nails?" Well the answer that is rather long and complex. I wrote about the new NIN song Everyday is exactly the same months ago. But the funny thing is I keep getting comments on it. Like the one I got last night. Why are people commenting on month old posts? This happens to me a lot more than you might think.

Anywho, the last comment left was a rather good one, although I need to ask the person who wrote it why the song is a azure blue.

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I went dancing at halo last night. Again. I guess I don't learn the first time that mod club is only about 33% of my personality. It's hard to explain, I like the people there. I'm meeting new people and well it's hard to argue that's a bad thing. It's just that I'm not entirely comfortable there. Funny how the only club in the city that plays the type of music I listen to, doesn't appear in my mind to be the kind of place I'd drop into on my own free will.

Fenton and Emerson were the one's who recommended going to the club last night. Emmy (I'm going to call you that from now on) got shockingly drunk last night. One minute I'm drinking some highballs with her, going one for one and the next thing I know she's drunk. And I'm stone cold sober, dancing to what I will call the "Shit-tastic 80's dance crap" set [It's a mod club, MOD CLUB means we have very specific tastes in music, and that doesn't include mixing samples of the fucking loony tunes into your songs. That's not cool. Let me make a siimple little equation for the DJ's at Halo. Elastica == Cool, Remixed Great Balls of Fire != Cool -- Ed]. Drunk Emmy (who I know will read this, get mad, and hate me till the end of time) wanted me to come home with her and Fenton last night. Although this would have been not real problem for me, and I probably should have taken them up on the offer, I just couldn't. And I guess I feel like I owe an explanation for why I didn't come home with the two of you.

Simply it's because the two of you were really drunk, and I wasn't. Drunk people scare me because they don't have that normal little voice of reason in their heads. When you or I get drunk the little voice who normally says things like "The oven's hot asshole don't even think about it" turns into the biggest horniest little devil in the universe and starts saying things like "You haven't been laid in 7 months, stop stalling and get to it!"

I have enough trouble paying attention to my own normal little voice let alone fight off the urges of other people's little voices.

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Did any of that make sense? I think I need to lay off the you-know-what for a week and get my head back on straight.

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She said
She'd take me anywhere (x2)
As long as she stays with me

She said
She'd take me anywhere (x2)
As long as I stayed clean

Kiss kiss
Molly's lips

(Repeat)

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I bought a fedora today.

It's hot.

It makes me sexy.

And slays dragons.

Ladies you can get your own fedora-wearing-hydrass today, just call, or email, or stop me in the hallway and start making out with me...¹

¹Offer not valid with people who have a penis, have had a penis in the past or plan on getting a penis in the future

Heh.

2005-06-24T14:46:00.000-06:00

Where the hell is everyone? Oh right, it's 2:45pm on a friday afternoon and the Boss is out. Heh.

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AAPG/CSPG was suprisingly boring as a conference. All the activities related to the conference were nothing less than chaos at times. And without any further a-do I present to you an bulleted list of the things I will remember:

Calling ahead to a bar on Sunday night to make sure they'll stay open until we get there because we're drunk and we still need to drink

Fighting off the urge to beat the nice looking folks at the AccuMap station

Did anyone else think the girls at the Halliburton booth were nothing more than glorified booth babes?

A virtual cafe that consisted of brand new clamped down Dell laptops running on the free wireless

Cells and Blackberry's going off all the time during presentations. For fucks sake having your cell ring for a couple minutes is bad enough, did you really need to talk loudly into it too?

ExxonMobil's student thing at the Hyatt. Free food + open bar + the awkwardness of not knowing anyone there == Super fucking drunk. Follow that up with a trip to an Irish pub for more drinks and a club for shitty music and pretend dancing

I'm still trying to understand how the shape of the basement in the WCSB effected in any way the placement of Mississippian reefs. I have one word for that: BULLSHIT!

*Cell phone ringing* Me:"Hello?" DP:"Hey!!!! (yelling in background), we're at [name of bar] on the patio. We've been drinking for hours!!!" Me:"um... great" DP:"Come down and drink with up, mkay bye"

The next morning: Me:"what happened last night?" DP:"I don't remember (turns to my boss) What happened last night?" Boss:"All I know is it was hard to get out of bed this morning"

America! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!

GJ gave his talk on Isotope correlation in the williston basin. I was acknowledged. The talk kicked ass

"I'll have a double G&T with a lime twist"
[when the drink comes and it's fucking GREEN]
"A twist darling, I didn't want it drowning in lime. I'll have another though, just this time place a lime wedge on the edge of the glass

J-Dawg's friend:"If my parents find me this drunk they're going to be so pissed. Ok, act sober. How's this?" *Falls into a flower bed* Me:"Great, no one will ever know"

Trying to find a Fedora for me to buy and then wear pretentiously around Calgary. No fedora's and the hunt continues in Edmonton

There you go. A simple sum up of my week in Calgary. There's of course a lot of the week that wasn't in a drunk haze, but that's not really that memorable. I'm left here listening to Elvis Costello drinking my pseudo-warm twinings english breakfast.

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Fenton:
Mod Club tonight?
Time?
Know of a good place in E-Town to buy a Fedora on a friday afternoon and then wear it pretentiously to afore mentioned Mod Club?
Pink Ties? And you're sure you don't crave the cock?

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Morning After

2005-06-21T13:11:00.000-06:00

It's the morning after.

It's 1:10 in the afternoon and I just rolled my ass out of bed.

I'll sum up some of what happened yesterday.

J-Dawg and I went to the conference. We saw a talk, roamed around on the grounds looking for cool free stuff, and then went for lunch. A lunch where we had a couple drinks. Then it was off back to the stampede grounds to see some more talks, including a couple on sedimentation and groundwater flow evidence on Mars. Cool stuff, but I forgot to take notes. Here's what I can remember:

Mars appears to have deltas, which is evidence of flowing water. The deltas Mars has are very geomorphologically similar to those we find on Earth

The Mars blueberries (I'll link to this later), are probably the same as the "Marbles" we find in Utah. These marbles are 35% Fe₂O₃, and a result of redox reactions in the groundwater table when the water has lots of dissolved Fe.

After the talks we ran over to the student somethingorother that ExxonMobil was throwing. Imagine a room full of great tasting food and drinks. Then imagine everything in the room is free. That's what we did for the next 4 hours. Drank. Heavily.

Things get a little hazy after that. Off to an Irish Pub, and then a dance club. More and more drinking at each of these places. I dunno what to say now that woke up in the middle of the fucking afternoon on the next day. Tuesday's a complete and total write off. I think we should jump out to Banff for the rest of the afternoon and go hiking.

Ahhh, and now you're all updated.

From AAPG

2005-06-20T15:48:00.000-06:00

I'm in AAPg right now (cyber cafe), surrounded by so much money and useless crap I'm scared.

Free supper last night, free supper at the Hyatt tonight.

Sometimes I wonder why people wouldn't want to come to these things.

I have to go, I think Halliburton is giving away scotch again...

Sometimes runny

2005-06-19T10:49:00.000-06:00

There was so much star trek yesterday that I was actually worried about my sanity. I suspect any more time in front of that tv may have resulted in permenant damage.

Off to Calgary in a few hours...

mmmpppphhhh

2005-06-18T15:03:00.000-06:00

I was at work until 3am yesterday. Now why would I be at work in the middle of the night on a Friday noless if I don't get paid overtime? That question was presented to me a few times yesterday. As it turns out I don't have a good answer for that. Maybe I just like pain.

Maybe I just need to get out more.

Which brings me to tonights activities. As not many of you know, I loath Star Trek. Yes I'm a geek. I might sit alone in my apartment and read old textbooks on aqueous chemistry at nighty, but when it comes to star trek, that's where I draw the line. I'll sum this up for you with some geeky logic¹:

Star wars == respectable
Star trek =! respectable

Anyway, work calls me back from blogging. More on this after I get drunk.

¹ I was going to set up a simple If/Then statement about how enjoying star trek would instantly lead to insanity, which in turn would cause me to kill myself but I thought better of it. Also, I could decide which language to write the statement in, I was thinking VB just to make the real geeks around here cry.

12:30 on a Friday Night

2005-06-18T00:35:00.000-06:00

...and I'm at work.

There was going to be a great revelation revealed in this post but instead I'll sleeply continue working while The White Stripes keep me from curling in a small ball on the floor and falling asleep.

The kids went out dancing at Halo again tonight (or so rumor has it). I'll relive the experience by putting on some Death from Above 1979 and dancing pretentiously by myself.

Just like I would be if I was there!

Edit (2:25am)

Still at work. Brain offically oozing slowly out of my left ear. Leaving to find something to stop the leakage.

This is more than I can bear

2005-06-17T20:19:00.000-06:00

...or should that read bare?

Either way I'm still at work at it's after 8:15pm. This is obviously a sign that I should go home and find something better to do, like read my Organic Chemistry textbook. Again.

Perparing for this conference next week has kicked out of overdrive and into what I like to call 'full out panic/chaos mode'. It's exciting to actually have things to do. Even if that means reading endless lines of papers and books to find the age of the Bearpaw Mtns in Montana (Cenazoic Volcanics).

I also made the mistake of asking a stupid question yesterday, one that I didn't realize would strike the fear in DK. As it turns out, asking why a line was drawn here as opposed to there would be the difference between finding giant oil reserves in North Dakota and not find any. In case you actually care there are basically no proven oil reserves in ND in the unit we're studying. This is of course because the oil companies are giant pussies and won't drill it for fear of wasting their money. Oh the irony is almost unbearable.

I'm not sure how posting to the blog will go next week, seeing how I'll probably be spending the day in the conference and the nights stumbling around Cowtown hitting on the topless dancers (read: not topless dancers, just random Calgary girls flashing me on the street). I'll take notes at the talks I go to (read: the ones I'm not too hungover at), and post them here at some point.

Or I'll forget all about it after the acid kicks in.

This look, it's my "I really don't care look", it's commonly associated with the "Fuck off and die" look and "Leave me alone I'm trying to do my work"

2005-06-16T10:52:00.000-06:00

Somedays I wonder why I even like computers. And then I remember that my computers as work, no matter how many times they crash, hangup, fail to save when I Ctrl-S, or randomly delete my docs, they're no where near as annoying as people.

Ok, well in this case, 1 particular person.

A little Pocket PC landed in my lap this morning. The big C had a Post-Doc buy it and a bluetooth GPS to go with it. Of course this fucking thing never worked properly, thus it has eventually landed in my lap. And like all dysfunctional things in my life, I proceeded to play with it until I got it to work. 90 seconds later I had the wireless working in my lab (even with the 128bit HEX key). A few minutes after that I was surfing bluetooth devices in the building: someone's got a bluetooth printer, a mouse, and the GPS which was sitting right next to me.

Knowing that I'm not being paid to do any of this, and I don't really want to spend the rest of my day fucking around with it only to realize that it's not going to work as things around here generally do I read the manual. Checked the PDA and realized that the software needed to run the GPS wasn't on the PDA. Well at this point my interest in this PDA has dropped to that of used anal douche water.

There's something that angers me more than anything, the refusal to even TRY to understand what's going on. When I tell you that the PDA doesn't have DOS, don't look at me like I'm the anti-christ. Darling, let me make this oh so very clear to you, I use LINUX, and I'm confortable (to a point) with the command line. So each and everytime you start bitching about how your data logger is written for DOS and doesn't have a GUI (oh I'm sorry, Graphical User Interface, oh my mistake, pretty pictures for you to look at and click on with the mouse), I give you that "I really couldn't care less face". Why do I give you that face? Because you give it to me when I explain why the PDA doesn't have DOS (because DOS hasn't been used by any respectable software package since the dark ages, about what 15 years ago?). Because I couldn't really care less that your data loggers use DOS. If it bothers you that much, learn python, rewrite and data loggers and make a pretty little window with shadowed buttons. Or just STFU.

Either way I win.

Fuck, Shit, Fuck, Cocksucking Motherfucker, and other things I overheard this evening

2005-06-16T01:27:00.000-06:00

Bento is sitting next to me blogging on links. If you know what that is, then you'll understand how totally not nerdy I feel right now.

OK, Onto other things.

Batman Begins is a great movie. Go see it.

Gentoo has eaten away some more of my soul, as well as Bento's this evening. There's a problem getting the resolution on the screen above 640x480. I'll save you the tech. details. The long and the short of is:
a) I was able to install gentoo on my laptop
b) I wasn't able to make it work properly

Now it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm fucking tired.

To celebrate this I present to you with what I found in my inbox this evening.

Sounds of Science

2005-06-14T14:13:00.000-06:00

Up all night, thus meaning my brain is nothing but jelly right now. Fucking grey matter. That's all it is.

I'm at work again, I wanted to stay home today, but I got called in. Because it isn't possible to get anything done that relates with computers without having me in the lab.

So I'm holed up in my lab with the Beastie Boys, The Sounds of Science. If the big D comes into the lab today and makes another comment about my music I swear to go I'm going to shove the entire sound system (speakers and all) up his dry ass where we'll be forced to listen to my music until he gets to the hospital. Where he can explain to the staff why he's got the Nine Inch Nails coming out of his ass at 120 dB

Gentoo, you not get the best of me for a 5th time

2005-06-13T19:14:00.000-06:00

I'm currently compiling xfce4, and all 53 dependencies related to it.

This is my obligatory geek post for the week. All further linux related posts this week will be updated on the end of this one. That way the less geeky readers don't get that glazed over eyes look that my ex so often had in front of me.

Downloading...

2005-06-13T16:03:00.000-06:00

Currently downloading FC4-i386-DVD.iso at 3.4Mb/s from the University of Calgary.

I love this direct pipe that runs between the universities.

That is all.

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Some stupid fucking retarded assholes (how's that for foul?) get themselves evicted from my apartment building yesterday. These people were house sitting for a friend who's off to Europe for a month (where do these people get the money for that?). Anyways to make a long story ridiculous they a) threw a party in their apartment, b) Got drunk and were really loud all night, and c) threw up all over the stairs and the backdoor of the apartment building.

This did not go over very well.

They were evicted by noon on Sunday. I would have cheered if I wasn't sleeping off my sleepless (and rather loud) night.

Let this be a lesson to fat fugly chain smoking alcoholic girls everywhere. When in an apartment full of hippies, you can hotbox your apartment, but you can't fall down the stairs spewing vomit everywhere (seriously EVERYWHERE!) without angering the locals.

And if a hippie is bad, an angry hippy is worse.

You have been warned, if I hadn't been so intent on playing my psp and ignoring you fugly (there's that word again) monsters I would have come out and beat the stupid out of you.

Probably with your own limbs

You

2005-06-12T14:47:00.000-06:00

I made you breakfast in bed this morning.
A breakfast burrito
with egg, onion, tomato and cheese.
But you weren't here to have it.

I rolled over in bed last night
to give you a backrub.
But you weren't there,
so I went back to bed.

I cleaned my apartment for you yesterday.
Changed sheets, washed dishes and scrubed the shower
so you won't mind coming over to spend the night.
But you never came, because you didn't know.

So someday when you're laying in bed with me
on clean sheets after a back rub,
make sure to wake me up early
to get your breakfast burrito.

And this is why I have to come in on the weekends

2005-06-11T20:13:00.000-06:00

I came into work today (hence the blogger and internet access) to get some extra work done. So why would I come in on my own time to do work you might ask? Because nothing works. Because when I need to do something, someone's always using the computer I need, or in the case of today, the program I need to use isn't working.

It's there off and on battles with useless shit that slows real scientific research in our lab to a fucking crawl. Stupid oil industry with their licensing agreements, poorly designed software and huge allowments of money. All I want to know is what wells have DST in the Jurassic in North Dakota and Montana. That's all I want to know, where they are. So I can map their locations and see how many of them fit in my study area.

Some days I feel like screaming.

Make my day

2005-06-11T18:06:00.000-06:00

What do you do when you think you've locked your keys in a room you're not in? You freak out, get angry throw things, rant and rave around alone in your office. Then you look under the binder you were working with and you find them.

That's how you make my day.

It's amazing how happy I was. All surrounded in There There by Radiohead, and my new found keys.

How to hide out in a bar full of dancing people and not be noticed

2005-06-11T15:21:00.000-06:00

Warning Rant Beginning:

It might be the headache, it might be the dehydration. Hell it might be that I got home at 4am yesterday, didn't get to sleep until 8am, and woke up to the sound of a vacuum cleaner. But all that isn't why this is being written.

Ok, it might have something to do with it.

How many of you have ever been to the dance club Halo? Well if you happen to live somewhere in the deep south of the US, or happen to be a local hermit, I'll give you a nice little run down of what it's like. Ok ok, so imagine yourself sitting on the set of a Kubrick movie (any one of his movies will work except for that stupid Barry Lindon one). So are you imagining yourself on some set surrounded by weird shit? Now keep that image in your head... ok now what Halo is like is if you removed all that cool shit in the room, painted the whole fucking thing RED, threw out anything remotely cool (even the pictures on the wall), and filled it with dancing drunk emo and mod kids dancing to Death From Above 1979 and The Killers. Yeah.

I for one can barely contain the excitement. Because it's hard to not be excited when you're out of place, and can't catch the attention of anyone who isn't in your little group of peoples. I don't expect to be necking with every lady in the place but a little extra attention would be nice. Hell any attention at all would go a long way.

In case anyone's keeping track, it's not the greatest idea to go out to bars on the other side of the river from my apartment. It's first off really fucking far away which means I have to walk my drunk ass back to my apartment at some ungodly hour, trying hard to not act "unnatural" around the meth addicts on the longest fucking bridge for hundreds of miles around. There's no where to go if that dude doesn't believe me when I say that I don't have any fucking ZigZags for him. I could jump off into the North Saskatchewan below, but I'd rather not have to do that.

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I was going to go out and buy a whole shit load of music this afternoon (and really, I still might do that). Things to buy: Weezer, The White Stripes, Gorillaz. There is also the nagging bit that I need new shoes.

More about shoes later, for now I'm back to work.

How in the world can I be so out of place everywhere I go? Geez, it's like I wasn't nearly emo enough to act depressed and not mod enough to dance to The Arcade Fire without looking like a total tool. So alas this boy danced, like a tool, to The Arcade Fire. Also see: The Strokes, The Vines, The Killers, Le Tigre, Interpol, Franz Ferdinand.

Football!

2005-06-10T11:48:00.000-06:00

I have 32 extra tickets for the Football game tonight. Do you want to go for free with me and watch the Esks ass rape the Winnipeg Bombers?

The list keeps growing

2005-06-09T15:54:00.000-06:00

I want to share with you what I did at work today, and constrast that with what I should have been doing at work today.

9am
What I did: Sleeping
What I should have done: Started working

10am
What I did: Sleeping
What I should have done: Making Temperature Contour Maps for the Blackhole Project

11am
What I did: Rolled into work, made coffee, surfed net
What I should have done: Printing maps for Blackhole Project

12pm
What I did: Started Scanning and Photoshopping Figures for my Bosses Short Course
What I should have done: Gone for lunch with the ladies

1pm
What I did: Still Photoshopping Figures
What I should have done: Made GMT maps for Gavin

2pm
What I did: Still Photoshopping Figures
What I should have done: Gone for coffee with the ladies

3pm
What I did: Still Photoshopping Figures
What I should have done: Worked on Blackhole Project

4pm
What I'm doing: Still Photoshopping Figures
What I should be doing: Work on my undergrad Thesis (different from the Blackhole Project)

I'm slowly wasting every hour of everyday doing stuff for other people. I'm the general bitch around here. If I'm not setting up a wireless network, I'm setting up a network printer on someone else's laptop, or photoshopping shit, or making posters, or powerpoint presentations.

Gah, all I want to do is work on my stuff for a change, something I haven't been able to do yet this summer.

Just in case you were wondering...

2005-06-09T12:46:00.000-06:00

From the Guardian [via TMN]

Women who fail to orgasm during sex may be genetically programmed to weed out unreliable men who are a flop between the sheets, according to new research.

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One theory is that orgasms promote fertility. Studies have shown that women are slightly more likely to have an orgasm when they are ovulating. There is also evidence that the uptake of sperm is increased when a woman climaxes. But if this were the only explanation, all women would have orgasms.

"The theory I prefer is the mate selection theory," Prof Spector said. "If a man is considered powerful enough, strong enough, or thoughtful enough in bed or in the cave, then he's likely to hang around as a long-term partner and be a better bet for bringing up children.

It just struck me as being odd that someone's spending research dollars studying this.

Rich men in suits

2005-06-09T11:30:00.000-06:00

AAPG is coming up, right around the corner and I'm ready to get my best clothes packed up and head on down to CowTown to find me a job. Well I already have a job, one where I show up to work at 11am and don't do anything but surf the internet all fucking day. But the plan is to find what my friends/parents/normal people in general would call a real job. Yes one with a real office, co-workers that don't grope each other, and a boss that actually cares if I come to work or not. For those of you who actually have these so called jobs, I'd like to show you some real feeling towards how much your life must suck, but I can't bring myself to actually doing that.

I can however tell you about how there's an open bar at AAPG on the first night. And then on the second night my Boss will be getting unnaturally drunk after his big talk, thus meaning that I probably won't have to spend any money while at the conference. So what does that ultimately mean? I'm going to get super fucking drunk each and everyday in hopes of finding some rich gal working in the oil industry to fuck casually for 3 days later this month. Because if I'm going to a conference on work time, getting paid for it, and trying to wedge myself into the industry, the least I can do is get it on with some random lady while I'm there. It's like how things really work. So, if you're an attractive lady, who works in the oil industry, and you're coming to Calgary for AAPG later this month (married or not), contact me. We'll do crazy things in your hotel room.

...because it's not real if your not responsible for the bed sheets.

I'm not nearly as crazy as you (think I am)

2005-06-07T15:52:00.000-06:00

I was going to write a big long rant about Schlumberger, but couldn't bring myself to it. They'll probably hire someone in the Italian mafia to break my legs and sell my liver to an overweight, overworked Asian business man. He'd use it to support his secret drinking habit he hides while working 15 hour days in his downtown office building. Drinking imported Russian Vodka out of a forever stained brown coffee mug, hidden in with the coffee. Which to be correct is more vodka than coffee, so it's safe to say the coffee is nearly there to color the vodka a particular color so when his female boss comes in and breaks his daydreaming of rough fucking her over the office color photocopiers, she won't be suspecious of at least the color, if not the smell or his lack of fine motor skills. Not that you really need fine motor skills to sit at your desk for 15 hours a day daydreaming of her naked and spread eagled on his desk. All sorts of stupid little senarios fill his head, like have to keep her from dripping on those memos he has to send off to the other departments. Certainly shipping wouldn't be overly inviting of a purchase order the smells like natural lube. Because he's so fucking good at licking that pussy she'd be dripping. If he could just get over the first hurdle and talk to her, not just mumble to the floor when she comes in with instruction for him. She'll tell him what to do, "spank this" "lick that" "Get the live gold fish and put it up your ass". It'd be a nice change from the regular boring conversations they have.

Dreaming of green fields

2005-06-07T12:10:00.000-06:00

When I fall asleep at night I generally just lay there for 4 hours or so. I feel myself laying in a straight line on the bed. That's to say I'm aware I'm supposed to be sleeping, even if I'm not.

Lately I've been vividly dreaming at night. Freaky dreams like last night when I thought I was in NYC when the towers fell. I even heard the crack before they came down.

For someone who doesn't normally dream, this isn't exactly the most welcome change in my life.

13 days of Boredom, 1 day of Chaos

2005-06-06T19:44:00.000-06:00

I had my day of Chaos today. Fucking crazy day of scanning stuff, photoshopping slides that I had scanned earlier in the day. Various sundry things that Ben needs to get done. My life gets crazy when his goes the same way. I've now been at work for 11 hours. This means I'm going home waiting for Ben to call me back and tell me that the 68Mb powerpoint presentation I made for him is too big. If only he knew that same presentation was 150Mb just 2 hours ago.

A CD of my work for today is currently burning at 24x. My brain on the other hand is turning at 0.25x. Not back when you factor in the 12 cups of coffee I drank today.

I feel like getting my game on and going down whyte to pick fights with random people. Of course I won't because it looks like it's going to rain and I'm tired and I'm just not that kind of guy. But whatever, it must be all this sexual fustration.

Marklar

2005-06-06T12:09:00.000-06:00

You'll vbe hearing a fuck load more about that one word in the title in the coming weeks if you belong to any computer-centric circles.

OS X on now runs on Intel processors.

Allow me to say to all you Apple fanboys out there that taste you have left in your mouth after this one is crow. Eat up, because it's going to be cold in hell.

hehehe

Well, that was unexpected.

2005-06-05T15:32:00.000-06:00

I need to begin this post by making it abundantly clear that I know my limits now when it comes to drinking. I know when is enough, I know the hangover threshold. The line that once you cross it you'll be paying dearly for it the next morning. Well last night Fenton, Septapus and I went drinking. And this wasn't a sit around and casually drink evening. This is was a get fucking drunk night. And I'll sum up the evening in these 3 words.

Got.
Fucking.
Drunk.

Here's a few observations from last night in an unbulleted list for you;

Eating 3 large sloppy Joe's allows me to drink way more than I usually would

Walking for a hour doesn't seem that long when you're having fun talking the whole way

Septapus has a fear of bridges. She also stopped on the high level to climb the safety railing and look over to the river below.

There was a dude in the Boston Pizza when we got there that was passing out at the table drunk. Asshole and I laughed at him, although 5 hours later back in my apartment I was probably that drunk. However I didn't do it in BP's at 11pm. Thus I rule and that dude probably has a drinking problem

I can not play pool while drunk with super cool Jamacian guy. On the same subject he invited us to an afterhours Jamacian Party at 76th ave and 97th street. Had I been in a clearer state of mind I would have gone. Instead getting home was challenging enough

Listening to Fenton talk about his ex is hi-larious. "She was fucking hot. And a great fuck. And she cheated on her new boyfriend, but not with me her ex boyfriend who wouldn't mind and knows all her sweet spots.

On the walk home last night I think I saw some guys on crotch-rockets driving on the lrt footpath, and then driving on the river valley trails at 3:30am.

Walking in my door of my apartment I went straight to my guitar and began playing, but was too drunk to do it. So I fired up the PSP and got the beginnings of motion sickness from "Need for Speed". I took that as I sign to drink a ton of water and go to bed.

I woke up this ~~morning~~ afternoon sans hangover

I also think that I need to stop talking about drug use around people. Because I talked about drugs for a lot of the evening. Thus leading me to think that I might have a problem. Then I remember that I haven't done drugs in almost a week, and that's not bad at all. Either way talking about drugs will stop right after I regale you with the story of the drug mules I saw in the NYT a few weeks ago...

Random Thoughts: Part Whatever

2005-06-03T15:51:00.000-06:00

Have you ever looked at the little newspaper stands for Dose? They have MTWTF in black letters on a red background. If I could find some red tape I would totally change it into WTF. Which would actually end up being more towards the point.

Everything I touched this week has broken or not worked with respect to work.

I have put nothing in my stomach today that wasn't coffee, or coffee related (sugar and cream in the coffee, a muffin bought at coffee shop). On a related note I'm hungry, but still drinking a coffee.

I think one of the requirements for working in the DIF lab is to be a complete slacker. I'm convinced that they do nothing but circle jerk up there. All day, everyday, probably while forcing innocent kittens to watch.

AccuMap has quite possibly the worst software ever written. If you work for AccuMap and allow them to release such truely bad software I hope that you're held down and ejaculated on by angry pre-op transvestites. Seriously though, who in their right mind starts their program to a screen that takes 10 minutes to load on a P4-3.2GHz? It's not like I just want to sit at my desk watching various errors pop up. Did you even do ANY user testing or bug testing?

45 minutes to burn a DVD seems excessive to me.

Is it wrong that I don't want to leave my apartment this weekend. Me Time is rare enough as it is. I'm heading to the library to take out some reading for the weekend. Not that I'll get it, but it'll keep me occupied now that my internet is offically cut off in my apartment.

Confessions of an Opium Addict

2005-06-03T10:50:00.000-06:00

If I anger you with this post you're just going to have to deal with it. There's this thing that's been eating at me for a while now. It sleeps with me, it eats with me, and it chews on my brain while you're around. It's about art. It's about artistic things; movies, books, pictures, poems, and frames. It's really not that important but it's always there. A feeling of discontent, like I don't belong. When it comes to art I always feel like someone that doesn't get the joke.

I read Chuck Palaniuk's Survivor again last night. I read it slowly, carefully, paying attention to all the things going on. And still at the end of the book I put it down no closer to understanding what really happens[spoiler alert!]. Does he survive the crash? Is Fertility pregnent with his child? I basically had to put the book down saying to myself that I didn't get it. Again.

This film GeoChange Productions produced (that's WiL's film company that I'm a honorable member of) is called Namaste. It's black and white, it's silent except for music and one carefully placed word. The theme is simple, the plot is deceptively thin but present, I think I understand everything about the movie that makes it respectable, but only because I had a hand in editing the fucking thing. But do I get it? No. I understand the point we're trying to make, but I still don't see what sets our film apart from the others at the festival. So in reality I don't get it. I helped make something that in my mind isn't even close to being complete, correct, or most importantly logical but it's still apparently some great and wonderful work. I shake my head not out of disrespect to my friends who made it, but because I can't see what makes it so great.

It's like some great joke that everyone's laughing at but I can't see what was so funny.

This happens with all sorts of things. The raving poets at Remedy? Yeah, I was there. I listened to the poems. I laughed at the funny poems and got worried about what lives in Adam's brain, but did I feel what makes people want to do this again. Was it the funky music? or the atmosphere? I just don't know. And that drives me crazy. Did I get it? Sure it was the poem about a drunk dude on a soapbox. Do I see what seperates that apart from a random selection of verbs and nouns? No, not really.

The problem is when you're as stupid as I am the only thing you learn is how to fake it. So from now on if I look confused at an art festival you'll know why. If I go out and take some pictures, they're not artistic. I just like the way they look. There's no deeper meaning involved. When it comes to me, I'm WYSIWYG.

$185???? Does that come with a hooker too?

2005-06-02T15:08:00.000-06:00

I was calling around this afternoon for a projector rental here in E-Town. Apparently there's supposed to be a formal viewing of the miracle film (as I will refer to it from now on) tonight. The original plan was to rent a projector and show the film at WiL's house on a wall in his basement. Well the cheapest projector we could find was $185, which in my mind is pretty well over priced considering that it's 10% of the cost of a new one.

If the viewing does occur tonight, I'll make sure to send last minute emails to everyone I know so all of you can come out and watch this thing.

While I drink softly in the background.

You did what???

2005-06-01T08:10:00.000-06:00

I got paid yesterday. I managed to spend almost 25% of my paycheck in one store in about 30 minutes. I bought a PSP yesterday. But not without dragging chemie all over the city looking for a place that sells both PSP's and GOOD GAMES.

Finding a PSP was easy. Finding "Metal Gear A!CD" wasn't. We ended up in the Great Canadian Superstore at 8:30pm. They were the only place that didn't just carry crapping sports games. Yes, I'd love to play golf on my new graphics work horse... However I did buy a second game, Need for Speed Underground Rivals. The graphics keep blowing me away.

Now, all of you need to buy a PSP as well to we can network play

Gah.

2005-05-30T17:30:00.000-06:00

Out in the field all day. My brain's fried from hanging outside in the sun all day. I am burnt, quite burnt infact.

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Namaste

2005-05-30T01:03:00.000-06:00

Updates all around for the film.

Over the May long weekend I and a group of friends entered the first ever Edmonton 48 film festival. The general idea being, make a film complete in 48 hours. This of course was a crazy idea from the get-go because NON OF US HAD EVER MADE A MOVIE BEFORE.

EVER.

So we go out, get drunk, write a script, shoot a film and go through living hell to edit the damn thing in time for the festival.

We finish. We hand it in, and I get that sinking feeling like after handing in an English exam.

Tonight at the Black Dog on Whyte we had the first public screening of the films. 12 in all.

I won't bore you with details of the films. Most of them all blurred into a mix of comedies and alike. But I will tell you this. Each time our film was played the audience reaction to it was to say the least, odd. The first viewing we got about 2 seconds of clapping, quickly followed by a few "um, wow guys that was weird" comments. The other 2 showings were about equally as well recieved. A couple seconds of chapping followed by a few more seconds of silence. I suspect more than a few people were "WTF-ing" in the back of their minds.

There were awards, and well to my and the rest of the groups' suprise we won something. Well actually a few things. This is what we won:

Best Cinematography

Best Film

Audience Choice Best Film

The Audience Choice Best Film blew me away because this was the general public that came down to Black Dog to watch the films voting, and they gave us best film. Ha! We cleaned house, and I couldn't be happier about it.

If you didn't make it down to Black Dog to watch the film, I guess you missed out. You also missed out on some hardcore partying afterwards too. I don't really know where to go from here, there's supposed to be another 48 hour film contest to be held over the Sept. long weekend, and we already have a spot in it to defend our title.

Fedora, is was a nice run

2005-05-27T23:44:00.000-06:00

I'm installing gentoo over my old fedora core 2 OS.

It's a very stressful time for me right now. Mostly because I don't exactly know what I'm doing or what's going on.

Meh.

We're bootstrapping right now.

let the fun begin

UPDATE (2:20am):
Gentoo crashed. 3 times. gcc-3.3.5 is now offically my least favorite gcc ever. You failed to even build, and without gcc I can't do anything.

Fuck.

Already drank 6 cups of coffee. Beginning to look at other distros. Will update later.

UPDATE 2 (4:35am):
Installed Slackware 10.1 and everything went to hell. The cd I burnt was corrupted and neither gnome nor (is it or?) kde would install. I have a slackware system that boots to lilo and that's it. X11 is installed but the monitor on my laptop is weird and keeps passing all the video nodes.

Long story short: Slackware didn't work. I'm downloading a fedora core 4 dvd right now from Calgary at ~3.6Mb/s

...and it looks like I'm right back were I came from.

Fuck.

Testing, Testing

2005-05-27T11:42:00.000-06:00

On Sunday at the underdog, the small room in the basement of the Black Dog on Whyte Ave, there will be a public showing of the movies in the 48hr film festival. You're invited to come to the underdog at 6pm or 8pm to view the films. Including but not limited to the one that some friends and I made for the festival¹.

You'll be able to easily find me on Sunday, I'll be the mildly drunk dude in the corner hoping to be hit on by attractive artsy types². Or I'll be stoned off my gourd trying to blend in with the crowd. Either way there will be drinking, laughing and hopefully some really cool films to watch which were made in 48 hours.

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It's a damn nice day outside today and I'll stuck inside my A/C'd office with the lights off working on the computer doing mindless tasks. You think your job sucks? Well it probably does, I rolled into work at 10:30 this morning and no one even noticed. I think I'm going to go to the bar for lunch and then come back and work well into the evening. Unless of course you have a better idea³.

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Somebody call me and we'll go for coffee. I need to get out of this office before my ass grows roots into this chair and I never leave again.

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¹ I warn you now it's black and white, contains one spoken word, and has the best fucking soundtrack of all time (read: I was in charge of the soundtrack)

² *cough*HotArtsyGeekyGirls*cough* oh sorry did I say that out loud?

³ I was going to install Gentoo on my laptop this evening. Can you tell I need a new girlfriend?

Field Work

2005-05-26T10:09:00.000-06:00

I'm heading out to Wagner Bog (actually it's a fen, but who really knows the difference?) today to help with an elevation survey that needs to be done out there. Hopefully the weather will hold out and I'll be able to bask in the wonderful sunshine for the entire day.

Oh little computer, I'll miss you and the security of not being rained on that you afford to me each and everyday.

How to get kicked out of Second Cup by telling the truth

2005-05-25T09:52:00.000-06:00

On a Tuesday afternoon I blow off work to get a coffee at the nearby Second Cup.

The cute barista girl at the counter asks:

"What do you want?"

A blowjob
Maybe some rough sex on a lay-z-boy recliner including,
twizzlers
handcuffs
a gimp mask
self heating KY
and an octapus

We could climax while playing Sonic and Hedgehog on my old Sega Genesis on a 72" flat screen plasma TV.

She looks concerned.

I say:

"Latte

Large"

and in the back of my mind I'm thinking to myself "Maybe this time I'll let her keep the rest of the $5."

The work just keeps piling on

2005-05-24T14:44:00.000-06:00

As you could guess from the title of the post I'm at work, and things just keep building up. Like little pebbles piled on top of each other, before you know it you're covered from head to toe in work you can't even begin to complete.

Meh, as long as they keep paying me, I'll keep coming back for more.

From my inbox

2005-05-23T21:38:00.000-06:00

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Adam wrote:

People,

Poetry, tomorrow (i.e.: Tuesday, 24 May), Remedy Cafe. Be there, or be a four-sided polygon.

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But I wanted to be triangle...

also, I live like 100 feet from that Cafe, there is really no excuse to not go. Knowing me though, I wouldn't count on seeing me there.

Just so you know...

2005-05-23T19:58:00.000-06:00

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. J
2. Jewel
3. [Proper Name]

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. tempest (and tempest2i)
2. Hydrass
3. [deleted to protect identity]

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My eyes
2. My fucked up brain
3. My ability to think under stress

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My complete inability to grow facial hair
2. My fingers
3. My complete inability to sleep for longer than 30 minutes at a time

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. British
2. German
3. French

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Drowning
2. Children (anything under the age of 16)
3. Performance Artists

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS (aside from food/drink/air/etc):
1. Watch
2. Wallet
3. Keys

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW/FAVORITE ARTICLES OF CLOTHING:
1. Wool Socks
2. Light Khakis
3. "EATADICK" t-shirt

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS (at the moment):
1. Weezer
2. The Dandy Warhols
3. The Cure

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Distortions of Refuge - Upstart
2. Brand New Sound - Moses Mayes
3. (I Wish I Was) Bulletproof - Radiohead

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Buying Furniture
2. Buying a House
3. Building and Running a full 3D, 3 phase hydrogeological fluid model

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1. An understanding of basic logic
2. Someone with wonderful taste in shoes
3. A Nerd

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. I haven't had sex this year
2. I hate driving
3. I know what I'm doing

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Good Shoes
2. Being Tall
3. Natural Redheads

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Understand what you want from me when you don't tell me.
2. Art (in general)
3. Ebonics

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Playing Guitar
2. IRC (yes it is a hobby)
3. Walking around with my headphones on

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Sleep
2. Talk to someone
3. Drink a Latte

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Contaminant Hydrogeologist
2. Petroleum Geologist
3. Reservoir Engineer

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. NYC
2. Spain
3. New Zealand

THREE KID'S NAMES:
1. Fiona
2.
3.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Live past 27
2. Have sex again
3. Weightlessness

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:
1. vasyL
2. Spark of Life
3. You (sans previous mention)

Editing

2005-05-22T03:53:00.000-06:00

When I write up the big long post about this, it'll all make so much more sense to you. I've got video for you, audio snippets and everything.

We're currently logging clips off the cameras at 5 to 4 in the morning. We'll be ready to actually begin proper editing in (hopefully) another hour or two.

All this and more in a few hours.

-- J

So explain to me again how you cut off both his legs and an arm in one fluid motion?

2005-05-20T02:02:00.000-06:00

Allow me to start this by mentioning that it's really late, I've been up all day and I have to be at work in like something stupid like 5 hours. But I went and saw Star Wars tonight, and well all I've got to say about the movie can be summed up nicely in this statement.

"All Lucas had do to was not insert a plot twist where Obi Wan is actually the father"

Because at the point the series was at, there wasn't a whole lot the movie could do that wouldn't be downright expected. However I will say this, I enjoyed the CG parts of the movie the most. For every time someone opened their mouth, I began longing for another extended action scene.

Or a light saber battle.
Or a crashing ship

Or even a hour of pointless pod racing.

Anything to keep the actors from talking. Maybe from now on we should refrain from allowing George Lucas easy access to pens and other writing tools.

Rock out with my cock out

2005-05-19T14:18:00.000-06:00

I'm so lonely (lonely lonely...) here in my office. It's a great view, and I've got some awesome music to keep me company but that doesn't change the fact that I'm really fucking bored. My current project includes trying to figure out what the fuck a summer student did last year. It's like trying to piece together a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle that some fuck-up fed through a woodchipper.

What did you do? The things you did are they correct? Did you just download guitar tabs for 8 months and fuck the dog while making more $$$ than me?

You sure did.

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I'm going to go to starwars tonight. Even if I go alone. Otherwise call me, email me. Hell if you're free right now we'll go this afternoon.

It's not like I want to be at work right now.

10am - Not even close to where I want to be

2005-05-19T09:50:00.000-06:00

Off to my left there's a cactus slowly dying because it's next to a north facing window. That's the same cactus which was falling over yesterday and I proceeded to save by grabbing it with my bare hands. Thus introducing a number of spikes to the palm of my left hand.

And now that hand is swollen, painful, and difficult to move.

I'm an idiot, this blog exists only to prove that point

Oh God, Now I'm one of them...

2005-05-17T23:02:00.000-06:00

Ok, so let me tell you about why it's always a good idea to be suspecious of your own mother. Yes she might have carried you for nine months all the while you stole nutrients off her and did continuous backflips at all hours of the night and day, but that doesn't mean she can be trusted.

Case and Point tonight. Mom calls 4 times, I'm not home. I'm at work, or out for a walk, or just plan not at my phone. So she leaves 4 messages, she emails, all in all she really wants to talk to me. I reply, I mean it's the least I can do for my mom. Supper tonight, I'm thinking a nice sit down restraunt, she's got other plans.

15 minutes late she rolls up to my apartment, and promptly turn on to 109th heading south. A nice dinner is still in my mind, she turns into the southgate mall parking lot. Oh, so dinner can wait.

Over the next hour I realize that the point of this visit isn't supper at all, it's about being able to contact me. It's about the fact that no one seems to be able to get a hold of me. This is about me getting a cell phone, and I'm so fucking shocked that the only thing I can think of is "I'm never going to live this down".

Now to fully understand the story you need to go back a few months. In October I wrote an Opinion piece for the University Student Newspaper. This article was a full brain dump of how I feel about cellphones. In short I hate them. Here's a short exerpt from it:

Oh and the novelty ring tones are fan-fucking-tastic too. That's pure class people. There's no better music to my ears than hearing your cell phone do an 8-bit version of "7 Nation Army" by The White Stripes. I especially love it when you turn the ringer up to its highest ear drum splitting volume. How much do you want to bet you could still hear your phone ringing even after I fire it 700 feet into the air, out of a potato gun?

According to my mom she could never get a hold of me, therefore she got me a cell phone, which I suppose I'll have to actually have with me. Because now I've got no excuse not to be bothered by all of you who never actually call. Well now you can, all hours of the night and day. My phone'll be there to give you an outlet when you're plastered at 4am and really really need to tell me how much you hate me.

I have a cellphone now. I think this calls for another stiff drink. Pass the gin, forget the tonic tonight.

Hello/Goodbye Summer Holidays

2005-05-16T03:04:00.000-06:00

I'm on the last hours of my summer vacation for this year. A single weekend in May, woo-fucking-hoo.

I need to be at work in 6 hours and I'm chatting it up on IRC and zoning out to some trippy music given to me from a fellow monkey.

My project for this week, install Gentoo linux on my laptop. Here's a rundown of the things I need to do before I can do that:

Make a Complete Backup of ./Documents ./Pictures and ./Music

Make a Complete Backup of the contents on my iPod

Export my Firefox Bookmarks and Thunderbird RSS Feeds

Borrow the Gentoo Live CD I made for Bento (Read: Call or Contact Bento and buy him coffee in a trade for said cd)

Light

2005-05-15T17:48:00.000-06:00

light

And you say that I don't do anything fun anymore.

I took a walk down whyte ave this afternoon to dodge the homeless folks and get a coffee. On the way home I saw this in the hallway of my apartment. Needless to say I took a picture.

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Next weekend a couple of friends and I are doing that crazy 48 hour film festival. We still need folks to help out, so if you're free next weekend and you wouldn't mind having your name on this ~~inevitable piece of crap~~ masterpiece, give me a shout and I'll get you caught up on what's happening, the story, and execution, and why I'll be tweeking out on coffee and cigarettes next weekend.

We're still looking for someone with artistic talent to write a simple plot to get across our theme. It's a silent movie, with only a score (which I'm in charge of), so if you're really good at writing up a story board please please please help us out.

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California Will you need to contact me, I have something for you.

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I need to stop drinking when I go out. Things always seem to end up at vasyL's house and then once the organs get fired up it's all downhill from there. God, I got home at like 7am. Had to walk the entire way with nothing but my thoughts and the music of the morning birds.

EAS 333: Advanced Field School

2005-05-13T22:47:00.000-06:00

kootneylake

This afternoon I got back from 12 days of running around the Kootneys of British Columbia mapping out particular areas with the other geology students in my program. We working in groups, and my group consisted of myself and 2 other girls (K and H). I probably should have thought about who I was going to be working with the entire time because my girls K and H didn't do anything during the evening and had this tendancy to get rather stressed out over the daily assignments, like the above picture, checking out some igneous sills on the edge of Kootney Lake outside of Balfour.

Either way, my choice to spend my evenings drinking, partying, and generally enjoying myself (read: not going to bed at 9pm) led to some unneeded tension in the group. By the time we were 1/2 done, my girls weren't exactly talking to me unless I had something to add to the geologic data, even then taking the things I say with a grain of salt.

Anyway the last half of the trip was spent in Cranbrook BC, mapping out an area called Eager Hill. While staying in Cranbrook I opted to room with a different group. The group which had the 3 hottest girls in it. Needless to say my time in Cranbrook was a delicate balance of being hated by my real group members while being adopted and loved by a totally different group.

There's not much else to say about the last 2 weeks, other than I didn't seriously hurt myself. Only leaving with an ankle (my right one) which was sprained on 4 seperate occasions.

There are more pictures on Flickr, if you want to see them I'm sure you're already looking at them.

p.s.
Dear Spark of Life:
ssssshhhhhhhh, if you weren't so damn cute I'd almost be worried about you letting out my little secret.

My Girls

2005-05-13T18:09:00.000-06:00

I'm finally back from field school. No broken bones, no jail, and all in all everything seemed to work out just great.

Now I just need to catch up on some sleep.

More later.

Snow?

2005-04-30T08:27:00.000-06:00

It fucking snowed yesterday.

Snow.

In late April.

I'm not impressed.

Alone + Easy Target

2005-04-29T19:48:00.000-06:00

Party last night. Attented by assholes who physically removed me and my friends from the party (pushed us out the door). Sometimes it's a good thing that I didn't have a beer in my hand because I would have thrown it back into the party. We went to a different and much better party attented by friends. So the night was not lost, only my respect for the first group of people.

Today I went and bought a new gadget for my guitar. This was the only thing I could muster the energy to do in this raging hangover I have.

Oh God Make It Stop!

2005-04-28T07:23:00.000-06:00

In the classic words of people more articulate than myself:
I think I threw up in my mouth a little.

The Morning News had this to say:
Video: Another reason not to let your keyboard player think he’s the star.

Warning ~44Mb .mpg of bad 70's keyboard/disco rock. Complete with the old porn 'stache, fake drumming, and the single ~~greatest~~ most horrifying keyboard player of all time.

And those dancers, that's a whole other rant all together.

Enjoy.

Another sleepless night.

2005-04-27T01:42:00.000-06:00

Shower Up

Doll Me Up

2005-04-26T06:47:00.000-06:00

The is nothing left to learn with respect to Stratigraphy. I stopped writing up my notes on my computer because it was pretty hard to have anything intelligent to say when 90% of the subject could be easily described with a diagram. So now I'm just grooving out to some old foo fighters waiting for 8:30 to roll around so I can leave and get this final out of the way.

Operation "Cut Self Off From World"

2005-04-25T19:17:00.000-06:00

Exams.

Gah.

Sleep.

Gah.

It'll all be over on Thursday. I may write more later, right now all I want to do is get these exams done.

Done I tells' you, done.

Me

2005-04-23T21:23:00.000-06:00

I_liked_me_better

A self portrait minutes before I left for my Stats Final.

Whoa

2005-04-22T18:49:00.000-06:00

Crazy!

I'm messing around with the new Apple G5 in the hydro lab tonight. I tried to install GMT with Fink Commander, but like all package management systems the packages weren't up to date, and even when I installed the program it didn't work right. Ever.

So I broke down and tried to build the fucking this from source. Because is Mac, is running on a UNix backbone right? I call bullshit on that one, this fucking computer didn't even have gcc before 2 hours ago. But now it does, along with the whole suite of OS X developer tools. Yup all ~2.5Gb of them.

I'm building GMT from source right now on a dual 2.5 GHz G5. And allow me to say this; watching the computer fly through the commands, I can see why this computer was brought into the lab to run models on. It's a beast.

Update: The install failed for some reason. I couldn't figure it out in the first couple of minutes (because the test install I did worked great). Well, the computer says GMT is installed, just nothing will run because key files are missing.

This is the number one reason I still consider using Windows computers. Things just work. First time, every time.

6 Natural Manifestations of Groundwater Flow

2005-04-22T04:45:00.000-06:00

There are 6 natural manifestations of Groundwater Flow. We can sum them up with this:

Stupid (retarded) Vegans Hate Cows Goats and Turkeys

- Soil and Rock Mechanical Phenomena (quicksand, soil erosion, slope stability)
- Vegetal Phenomena (Type of Vegetation, Quality of Vegetation)
- Hydrological and Hydraulic Phenomena (Local water balance, Water Level Fluctuations)
- Chemical and Mineralogical Phenomena (Water Salinity, Isotopes, Weathering)
- Geomorphological Phenomena (Karsts, Geysers, Valleys, Pingos/Frost Mounds)
- Transport and Accumulation Phenomena (Heat Distribution, Ore Deposits, Hydrocarbon Accumulation)

I'm telling myself it's ok

2005-04-20T23:59:00.000-06:00

...but in reality I'm lying my face off. Tonight is yet another night in the on going battle I like to refer to as "Learn all the stuff you were supposed to learn for the past 4 months in 2 days". As for progress, well it's coming slowly.

I was told by a certain someone who shall remain nameless, that if you want your studying to be the most effective you should study in the same place and under the same conditions as the test you're studying for. That said I rarely get myself that worked up until the minutes before the exam (when I start twitching, shaking, and generally getting antsy), but I'm taking the wisdom to heart and studying tonight in the room that I have my exam in on friday. Hell even in the seat I'm going to be writing in.

This is possible thanks to my 400 level class being located in a rarely locked room and the class size being small enough that we don't have to move for the final exam. It'd be pretty silly to put 10 students in the Main Gym if you couldn't even fill up one row.

I'll be here until I fall asleep or get so bored that I start doodling on the blackboard.

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Other random thoughts:

My exam this morning was in the butterdome. If you're not familiar with it, and the joys and pains that can be had while writing an extremely stressful exam in that vast wasteland, I plan on going to school early tomorrow morning to get a few shots of the butterdome with and without students in all the desks. The idea came to me about question 30 of my exam this morning, thus rendering the remaining 5 questions or so meaningless to do because I looking around for a good spot to take shots.

Now the only question is whether I'll still be up in time to do that, or if I'll have to rise out of my slumber to get it done.

I got a letter this evening informing me that my rent is going up August 1^st. I'm not suprised but at the same time it might be the motivation I need to find myself a larger place to live. Or I'll just be lazy and pay the extra $15 a month. We'll see.

I had something else, but my mind difted for a second (ohh shiny things on IRC). Thus, it'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Click

2005-04-19T20:38:00.000-06:00

It's all coming together. Slowly, starting to understand _enough_ of this statistics to go into the exam and not feel like a complete tool.

A complete tool who's taking a course that isn't even counting towards their fucking degree.

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Insanity takes over when you're as hungry as I am. Time to take a break and get something to eat.

2005-04-19T03:22:00.000-06:00

Best Dead Baby Joke. Ever.

2005-04-19T01:34:00.000-06:00

How many dead babies can you fit in a blender?

The police report indicates three.

link

Bunny

2005-04-18T18:52:00.000-06:00

"The Bunny thought its buyout offer to White Ninja was unrefusable."

SubNet, I hate you

2005-04-17T23:47:00.000-06:00

All right, now I generally consider myself a fairly knowledgable guy when it comes to my computer. It works great in almost all wireless environments except for one. The wireless network in SUB manages to crash my firefox mercilessly. Over and over again pages time out after half loading. Hell, I can't even keep my connection long enough to access webct. What the fuck is up with that oh brilliant university of alberta?

Fucking hell I'm upset right now.

ok, well I think I'm going to pack this shitshow up and grab a better internet connection.

(I bet this post gets lost when I try to publish it...)

Vote MANLOVE!

2005-04-17T15:28:00.000-06:00

I apologize in advance for this

Hungry?

2005-04-17T14:33:00.000-06:00

I'm well aware that many of you read this blog via my atom feed. So if you never actually come here, you might be interested that I created a Feedburner Feed of this blog and my Flickr account. So if that sort of thing floats your boat get the new feed here. Or check my lowly button/graphic/thingy in the sidebar.

There, now that wasn't that hard was it?

Everyday is exactly the same

2005-04-17T03:11:00.000-06:00

I'm listening to the new NIN album. For what reason I choose to get it and begin listening I'm not really sure. Regardless it's beginning to grow on me. Maybe it's the depression, maybe it's the loneliness. But something has grabbed a hold of me and made me start listening to it.

Oh course it was just my luck that I offered to work security at a campus rock show this evening. So after a couple days of the Nine Inch Nails, I got to listen to a handful of bands that I really wasn't overly interested in. Nevertheless I parked myself next to the stage (sitting on the side of the stage) with Jasmine, and the two of us just listened to the 4 bands of the night. A few of them were good (Strada, Deep Fine Grind), one was horrid (Retrograde), and one I don't have a firm opinion on (Tulpedo Honey). One of the perks of sitting side stage for the entire night was getting to talk to the bands. Two of the guys from Tulpedo Honey are awesome, and the guys from strada were nice enough to be around for the night.

Anyway's I won't bore you with details of the show. The crowd are boring, the bands weren't life changing and all-in-all I was ready to go home at midnight but had to stay until 2:45.

And back into the NIN.

Lyrics to the song which shares it's name with the title of this post after the break.

Everyday Is Exactly The Same - Nine Inch Nails

I believe I can see the future
As I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
Then again that might have been a dream

I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around (oh no)

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here, and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, well, I still pretend

I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end

I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind

I am still inside you...
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do

2005-04-16T04:27:00.000-06:00

It's things like this that bother me.

If you get the message you're one of the choosen

Today

2005-04-16T01:26:00.000-06:00

Why did I spend the entire day in bed? It was so very weird. To just sleep all day, all morning, all afternoon. Get up for coffee with people, and then back to bed for the evening. Wake up a midnight, go for a walk, see the drunks, the parties.

Very odd, but now I'll bunker down and study for exams. I need to really pick it up.

Sunset

2005-04-14T18:31:00.000-06:00

sunset

Tomorrow as many (most? all?) of you know will be the last day of classes for this semester. Yeah, lovely isn't it? I wrote my last lab exam this afternoon. It was supposed to take 3 hours. It took me 18 minutes to finish it. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Either way the sun must come down on another school year. Just exams, a field school and then back here to campus for the entire summer to fuck around trying to complete a project.

Darcy the Jack of Hearts

2005-04-14T00:56:00.000-06:00

jack_darcy

This utterly amazing photo was waiting for me on my camera tonight after getting home from the bar. I'd like to be able to say that I took this picture and it was my idea, but alas that just wouldn't be true. Either way the picture rules (a definate standout in what can otherwise be summed up as a series of very blurry photos).

Welcome Back Crushing Depression, you know it was getting lonely without you...

2005-04-13T22:47:00.000-06:00

I warn you now, stop here. This post is intended as a release for me, it's not for you.

So what the fuck was that tonight? I totally went from happy, feeling good to I'm lonely and all I want to do is be alone in the span of oh, about 10 minutes. Fuck this, I was fine. Totally and completely fine with you liking that other guy. Whatever, I'm sure it's all cool. Maybe I was telling myself that the two of you weren't fucking because well, guy I'd like to trade places with you. But holy hell, making out in the back of the bar?

I'm going home.

What has everyone found themselves a new fuck buddy for the spring but me? And while I'm going all lj on this blog, I'd like to mention that RATT hands out free condoms when you throw an event there. That's the biggest kick in the pants ever.

Fucking hell. I should have stayed at the bar and just gotten LOADED but with the 5 dollars I have left that's pretty fucking hard. Grrrrrrrrrr.

I'm going to curl up in bed and feel sorry for myself. Fuck you world, whatelse do you have for me today?

Update: It's been a couple of hours. I feel worse. Yay!!!!

The weirdest part is when I feel lonely the only thing I want to do is be alone.

Update Update: It's been a day. I skipped all my classes today. Opting instead to lay in bed and play hide and seek with the snooze button on my radio.

Light at the end of the tunnel

2005-04-13T10:24:00.000-06:00

In my infinite wisdom I signed up to be on the PS Warren exec. But now that I've actually looked at what my plans are for next year, being on the exec just isn't going to happen. And why would that be? Because I'm done at christmas next year.

4 more classes. 2 of which are 100 level arts options.

Done.

Whoa, that came up fast. But on the plus side, all this money I earn this summer for school (~$6000) doesn't all have to go towards school, and thus I can keep my "buy a new computer every 2 years" thing going next year.

I'll figure it out in a little bit.

Oh, and the next person who has the balls to tell me that mac's don't cost more than pc's is going to get a stiff punch in the cunt. Tell me with a straight face that $3000 isn't just a little high for a laptop that'll probably get so hot it'll start breaking the electronics inside the case.

I'm holding off buying a computer until apple either fixes things or I find an OS free laptop that's supported in linux.

More to post on this later... I'm all scatterbrained today.

Cartoons

2005-04-13T01:56:00.000-06:00

I have cartoons in my dreams and it's the weirdest thing. Cartoons haven't been involved in my life for quite sometime.

It's so weird.

Did you notice it's raining out there tonight? I love the rain. I really love it when it rains. Although it's late ~2am, I don't know if I'm get out for a walk in it tonight.

Maybe it'll still be raining in the morning. Well, I can only hope.

I <3 GeoPhys

2005-04-11T17:06:00.000-06:00

This email just popped in my inbox. All bold emphasis is my own

Geophysics 224 - the last week

(1) This week we'll finish magnetic exploration on Tuesday in
class. On Thursday I will review assignment 3 and cover the
last few magnetic topics.

(2) Lab 8 will take place on Wednesday afternoon and we will consider
"The role of beer on seismic interpretation". This will begin at
4pm in the Powerplant and write ups will be due the next day.

(3) Review classes. I'll be happy to discuss previous year's exams,
topics you slept through etc as you review for exams.

How about the following times for a review class

Tuesday April 19th 3pm

Tuesday April 26th 9-10 am

Please let me know if these times conflict with exams for a
significant number of the class.

Regards

Martyn

Market Research: Buzzmachine would be so proud

2005-04-11T17:01:00.000-06:00

I just got off the phone with a french women who was doing an opinion poll around where I get my news from. It's was hilarious.

"How often would you say you watch ctv news?"

"um... never, I should point out now that I don't watch tv, that way we can skip all these questions."

I put in a good word for free, widely available news. Not opinions, not showing the human side of the news. Just facts, I'll sort it out for myself.

I also plugged various blogs.

Thus, I'm offically a statistic.

woo!

The Good Pain

2005-04-10T16:58:00.000-06:00

Oh baby, oh baby.

It's a beautiful day outside today (12^oC, sunny, not too windy) and I got out for my third jog in three days. Yeah motherfuckers, I'm jogging again. Enough with this sitting around my apartment playing guitar eating cheese and getting fat thing I did all winter. It's time to get outside and sweat at least once a day. And I'm loving every minute of it.

As I was leaving for my jog the instant I stepped out into the hall the undeniable odour of pot smoke danced through my nose. The neighbors were getting high in their room. For fucks sake, can't you open a window or something LIKE THE REST OF US IN THE FUCKING BUILDING?

I have lab finals next week. 3 of them in fact. The first one starts tomorrow. So I'm off to school to learn everything I've been putting all this semester.

Frosted Windows

2005-04-10T03:53:00.000-06:00

frosted_windows

Photo proof that it still gets cold in these parts in April.

New pictures on Flickr, more go up tomorrow. Right now I'm packin' it in for the night, so I can get up bright and early tomorrow morning to learn.

Or not.

Bone Machine

2005-04-09T13:36:00.000-06:00

As you should know by now I'm a huge Pixies fan. To waste sometime this afternoon I've put Bone Machine in point from for you.

This song:

Is for Carol

You Are:

Into Japanese fastfood

going to the beach all day

so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

looking like you got some sun

The Bone Machine

Your:

blistered lips have got a kiss

bones got a little machine

Irish skin looks Mexican

You:

buy me a soda

try to molest me in the parking lot (Yep, yep yep YEP!)

Make me hard

drop you off with your Japanese lover

was talking to peachy-peach about kissy-kiss

make you pray

Our:

love is rice and beans and horses lard

Missed Connections

2005-04-09T02:13:00.000-06:00

To the two girls I walked home tonight:

I hope the two of you got home safe. I was going to offer to walk you the rest of the way, but I didn't want to seem like the creepy guy who was trying to pick up a new chick and get laid.

Oh, and the donair was fantastic.

-- tempest (not Josh)

Hydrass

A change

Admin

Looking at you

I will not fix your problems, I have issues of my own right now

In a world like this you need something to hold on to...

*Drool*

Blogtag

Right, So let me understand this then

Dreams and Cars

Attention my legions of screaming popstar like fans

Old and Busted ... New Sweetness

Yeah, so about that...

I have nothing positive to post, but I'm posting anyways

Right, so what did I do to deserve this?

Oh God...

Love's Labour's Lost

Out

Better

Sick

Note to self: You're an idiot.

Radiohead at 10 to 7 in the morning

NIN: an update

Heh.

Morning After

From AAPG

Sometimes runny

mmmpppphhhh

12:30 on a Friday Night

This is more than I can bear

This look, it's my "I really don't care look", it's commonly associated with the "Fuck off and die" look and "Leave me alone I'm trying to do my work"

Fuck, Shit, Fuck, Cocksucking Motherfucker, and other things I overheard this evening

Sounds of Science

Gentoo, you not get the best of me for a 5th time

Downloading...

You

And this is why I have to come in on the weekends

Make my day

How to hide out in a bar full of dancing people and not be noticed

Football!

The list keeps growing

Just in case you were wondering...

Rich men in suits

I'm not nearly as crazy as you (think I am)

Dreaming of green fields

13 days of Boredom, 1 day of Chaos

Marklar

Well, that was unexpected.

Random Thoughts: Part Whatever

Confessions of an Opium Addict

$185???? Does that come with a hooker too?

You did what???

Gah.

Namaste

Fedora, is was a nice run

Testing, Testing

Field Work

How to get kicked out of Second Cup by telling the truth

The work just keeps piling on

From my inbox

Just so you know...

Editing

So explain to me again how you cut off both his legs and an arm in one fluid motion?

Rock out with my cock out

10am - Not even close to where I want to be

Oh God, Now I'm one of them...

Hello/Goodbye Summer Holidays

Light

EAS 333: Advanced Field School

My Girls

Snow?

Alone + Easy Target

Oh God Make It Stop!

Another sleepless night.

Doll Me Up

Operation "Cut Self Off From World"

Me

Whoa

6 Natural Manifestations of Groundwater Flow

I'm telling myself it's ok

Drool

Click